Marvel Imagines

Bucky- Books

(b/t)= book title
(B/g)= book genre

You walk the busy streets of New York, clutching your bag tightly. You honestly hated crowds and people. Moving to New York wasn't the best decision, but you thankfully found a safe haven you spent your days in. Pushing the door of The Dusty Shelf(your work place), you step into the warm room and smile.

This book store is everything you've wanted a book store to be. Quiet, cozy, and a faint smell of cinnamon hanging in the air.

"Good morning, (y/n)." The book store owner said, smiling at you. She's a sweet old lady you met when you stumbled into the store, lost and confused. You'd say that she's the grandma you never had, making her smile and pat your cheek warmly.

"Morning, Maggie!" You wave at her, pulling out the book she lent you the day before.

"Finished already?" She marvels, chuckling as you roll your eyes.

"A couple thousand pages have nothing on me," You smile at her, jabbing a finger towards the door leading to her apartment. "Why don't you get some rest, hmm? I'll look over the shop."

She reaches over and pats your cheek. "You're a doll," she turns around and shuffles to the door, giving you a warm smile before exiting the shop.

It's been maybe an hour since you've been wandering around the isles, reading, when the bell above the door chimed.

You speed walk to the cash register and sit down on the stool, continuing the book. When you feel a pair of eyes on you, you look up and scan the book store.

You spot a man watching you. His baseball cap pulled low over his face, but you could tell he was around your age and fairly handsom.

Setting down the book, you walk over to him and smile. "Do you need help finding a book?"

He looks at you in surprise, but nods.

"Okay. What type of books are you interested in?" You ask, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I-I don't know," he mutters.

You laugh. "Most people don't, that's why I'm here. You look like one of those guys who're into (b/g) books."

He shrugs and watches as you motion for him to follow you. Running your fingers along the spines of the books, you find the one you're looking for and pull it out.

"I would recommend (b/t)," you hand him the book. He takes it with his right hand and nods.

"Thank you,"

"No problem," You hold up a finger. "But, if you don't like the book, you could always come back tomorrow and get a different one?"

A small smile tugs at his lips and he nods. After paying for the book, he leaves the shop without another word.
...
The next day, the bell chimes as you're unloading a new shipment of books.

"Hello, good evening." Maggie says, greeting the customer. "Are you looking for something, sir?"

You curiously peak your head around the shelf and notice the man from yesterday holding (b/t) in his hands.

"Hey," you walk up to him and smile. "Didn't like the book, huh?"

He looks up at Maggie, before pressing his lips together.

"I'll leave the two of you alone," Maggie chuckles, waving a hand as she exits the shop.

"I never got your name," You say to the man, trying to get a look at him from under the cap.

His blue eyes meet yours, "I'm Bucky,"

Holding out your hand, you smile. "Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm (y/n)."
.....

Over the months, you would continue lending him books and he'd return the next day for another. The two of you had become inseparable.

"Hey, Bucky?" You call out, climbing up on the rickety ladder to put a book away in one of the shelves.

You hear Bucky walk over to you, "Yeah?-(Y/n)!" He rushed to your side, setting down the book he was reading to place his hands on the ladder. "You're going to fall."

You laugh as you stand on your tiptoes, "I'm not going to fall, Bucky. I've been doing this for months," you say smugly, looking down at him. "Could you hand me that- whoa!"

The ladders step snaps, making you scream and fall backwards. You screw your eyes shut and prepare to smack into the floor, but instead, you feel strong arms wrap around your body.

"I told you you'd fall," Bucky said, holding you tightly.

You pry one eye open, finding your face inches from Bucky's. "Oh, shut up."

He smiles at you, brushing a piece of your hair away. "I'm going to kiss you," he murmured, meeting your eyes.

Your cheeks ignite as you smile. "You're going to kiss me," you echo, wrapping your arms around his neck when he pressed his lips to yours.